Novel & Cerita Tom Hulce Husband

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

Calvin Yale, my husband, didn't visit me even a single time before I died. It wasn't until three days after I had died that he bothered to step into his stepmother, Margaret Sommer's ward. "Where's Clarissa? Get her out here now," Calvin ordered. Margaret lay in the hospital bed, her pale eyes dull and lifeless. She mumbled, "Clare's dead." Calvin furrowed his brow and scoffed. "You're saying someone like her, who's always fighting to stay alive, would actually die? Did she find out Jenna lost vision in her right eye and needed her help, so she went and hid?"

Time passed slowly as I sat in the mourning hall. As I recalled every moment between my husband, Anthony Brosnan, and me over the past few years, I felt that it was laughable. After handling the funeral arrangements, I made a phone call. A sneer came from the other end of the line. "Shirley, why are you calling me now? Don't tell me you want to catch up with me and tell me all about your happy life?" "I regret it. I regret marrying him. Alicia, my mom passed away. I…"

"How sure are you, madam? The cancerous cells have spread all over his brain and he..." "Just stop this, doctor. Stop!" I slam my hands on the desk as I spring up to my feet. His words are driving me to the edge of craziness. "My husband doesn't have a brain tumor! No, he doesn't," I shake my head slowly. My eyes suddenly become wet with tears, and my cheeks feel hot as they pour down them. It's not that I believe him, but... but... I don't know what's going on. I don't know what I'm feeling right now...

I didn't expect that over the years, Dylan had sent Mandy money on every holiday along with gifts. He would even order her food delivery and flowers on random days, all while playing the perfect husband in front of me. Who would've guessed that he was a master of time management? Even when we went out for something as simple as getting my nails done, he found excuses to "buy coffee" and would sneak off to meet Mandy for a quick hour in a hotel room! The thought of those two vile people made my skin crawl. I gathered all the evidence and handed it over to my lawyer.